High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, and there were little hounds about her feet; below her feet there was a sickle moon, waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5425 | 2018-09-02 15:32:21 | 120.68 | 98% |
| 4521 | 2018-03-31 10:39:14 | 128.65 | 99% |
| 4302 | 2018-03-19 12:39:19 | 116.79 | 99% |
| 3395 | 2018-03-01 11:25:14 | 118.04 | 98% |